Fortunately, Yan Nian was still somewhat conscious and cooperated with Meng Wan, only losing strength the moment he collapsed onto the bed.
Meng Wan sighed, went to the bathroom and got a hot towel to wipe his face and neck.
"Look at you, someone who doesn't drink much but insists on being a hero."
"Not again." Despite still being drunk, Yan Nian still answered Meng Wan's every question.
"Miss Meng, the hangover soup is here." The butler knocked on the door.
Meng Wan took it and closed the door.
"Get up and have a couple of drinks to calm down." With that, she helped Yan Nian up.
The room was quiet, and the overhead incandescent light was a bit glaring. After Yan Nian lay down again, Meng Wan turned off the incandescent light, leaving the dim yellow lamp on the bedside table.
Meng Wan answered her phone as it vibrated.
"Wanwan, did Yan Nian pick you up?" Guo Qingqing asked with concern.
"I received it, don't worry."
"When are you coming back?" Lin Mi's voice came through the phone, which was probably on speakerphone.
"Wanwan... Wanwan..." As he spoke, Yan Nian murmured her name, grabbing at the air in mid-air, seemingly lost in a dream.
Meng Wan held his hand, which calmed him down.
"I probably won't be going back tonight. Could you guys help me get my textbooks tomorrow? I'll go straight to the classroom."
"I understand, I understand, we all get it." Guo Qingqing suppressed her excitement and hung up the phone immediately before Meng Wan could explain.
Meng Wan knew immediately that they were overthinking things, but she didn't call to explain. Instead, she gently patted Yan Nian's chest to soothe the extremely uneasy man to sleep.
While others were still carefree enjoying their campus life, Yan Nian was already dealing with all sorts of people in the business world. Only at times like these could he put down his burdens a little, act coquettishly with his closest friends, and reveal his soft side.
"I love you so much..." With the exemplary couple, the Yans, as an example, Yan Nian never hesitates to express his love.
"I know, I love you too..." Meng Wan's eyes softened as she placed a kiss on Yan Nian's lips.
The dim, yellowish lighting created an ambiguous yet incredibly warm atmosphere.
Meanwhile, the students in dormitory 206 were already screaming and hugging each other.
The next day, when Meng Wan arrived at the classroom, Guo Qingqing and the others were looking at him with mocking expressions.
"Oh, Wanwan's here."
Meng Wan chuckled, "Stop fooling around, what are you thinking about all day long?"
The group was just joking around, and they kept a good sense of boundaries. They made a couple of teasing remarks and then moved on.
"Wanwan, your phone rang several times while you were taking a shower."
Meng Wan came out of the bathroom drying her hair, while Guo Qingqing was still holding spicy strips in her hand.
Meng Wan casually draped the towel over the back of the chair. It was Meng Zhiyao calling—five times. Just as she was about to call back, Meng Zhiyao's call came in.
"Sister." Although she was already eight years old, her voice still carried a hint of childishness.
"What's wrong? I was taking a shower and didn't answer." Meng Wan's voice softened a bit.
"I won first place in the competition, and the person in charge contacted me, saying that they would hang my painting at the exhibition this weekend." Meng Zhiyao's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with uncontrollable excitement.
"Great! Is there a gift you'd like?"
"No." Meng Zhiyao shook her head, her tone lowering. "Sister, can we go to the exhibition together this weekend? We haven't seen each other for a very long time."
Meng Wan paused. Since moving into the new house last time, she hadn't really been home much. When she did, she left quickly and never ran into Meng Zhiyao.
She flipped through the calendar. "Okay, I'll pick you up Saturday morning."
"Okay." Meng Zhiyao's voice rose a little, sounding very happy.
Meng Wan smiled and chatted with him for a couple more minutes before hanging up.
On Saturday, Meng Wan arrived at the Meng family home to pick him up as promised. She entered the house, greeted Qin Yi, and then knocked on Meng Zhiyao's door.
It was Tang Li who opened the door.
"Tang Wan." The little guy was very excited, wearing a beret, looking quite like a little artist.
Why did you come so early in the morning?
"I want to go to the exhibition too."
Where is Zhiyao?
"Here." Meng Zhiyao's voice came from behind, indicating that she had just finished using the restroom.
"Here you are, the latest art book."
Meng Zhiyao blinked, hugged it in her arms, and seemed to like it very much.
"Let's go, let's set off once we're all packed."
The two were led out the door by Meng Wan, one on each side; one was lively and the other quiet, which complemented each other.
With people coming and going in the exhibition hall, Meng Wan was worried that the two might get lost, so she told Meng Zhiyao to keep an eye on Tang Li. Even if he did run away, with Meng Zhiyao there, she wasn't afraid that Tang Li would cause any trouble.
Tang Li was dissatisfied, but ultimately did not voice his protest. The two held hands tightly and followed closely behind Meng Wan.
"You're here. I was just about to call and ask where you were." Qian Yixuan saw them and walked over with a blond, blue-eyed man.
"This is Dalif, a famous abstract artist, and he made the final decision."
"Hello," Meng Wan greeted him, and the latter, following local custom, simply shook hands with Meng Wan.
“Dalifu, he is the owner of this painting, Meng Zhiyao.”
"Wow, I really like your painting." Dalif was very excited to see Meng Zhiyao. He was tall and his thick beard almost covered his entire face. His enthusiasm was almost overwhelming.
"Thank you." Meng Zhiyao nervously shrank back a step behind Tang Li.
“Sorry, he’s a little socially awkward,” Tang Li explained to Dalif in fluent French.
“Okay, I just wanted to tell him that his use of lines and colors is excellent, giving me a sense of rebirth. It's very impressive, and it's hard to believe that this was drawn by an eight-year-old child. I looked at the portfolio that Qian sent me, and oh, I apologize for doubting him.”
Because he was a little excited, Dalif didn't control his speaking speed and rattled off a string of words. However, Tang Li didn't have any doubts. Almost the instant Dalif finished speaking, he had already quietly translated for Meng Zhiyao.
Meng Wan saw this and gently patted his head.
Tang Li has a strong talent for languages, and the Tang family has always been strict about education. Berlin also assigns different courses according to each person's strengths. Meng Wan is not surprised that they can do this.
"Which area is the art exhibition in?" Meng Wan's question brought the conversation back to the main topic.
"This way."
As the group walked toward the exhibition area, they heard some discordant noises.
The venue was already quiet and spacious, so the children's crying was like being surrounded by 3D sound, which not only spread far but was also extremely annoying.
"This is the painting that won first place? It's hideous! How can it compare to my painting? Does he have any taste?!" Qin Yang looked at Meng Zhiyao's painting and wished he could tear it to shreds.
"Grandpa, get him down! Get him down! Didn't you say I'd be number one? I don't want to lose! I don't want to!"
Qin Yang plopped down on the ground, his legs kicking wildly.
The piercing wails drew disapproving glances from many people.
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